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Chapter Ten- Massacre Pt. 2 By Darkness-Nightfall
Harry lay in bed. Every few minutes he glanced at his watch, wondering if it was safe to go downstairs. It was only 8:30, and there was still half an hour left before curfew.
He opened the door silently, so he didn't awake Ron. Carefully he managed to escape being noticed by the rest of the Gryffindors as he crept out of the portrait hole.
The corridors were almost deserted. It was only late September, but people were in their common rooms, most likely finishing off the load of homework that they had accumulated.
Stalking into the library, Harry found that it was almost empty, except for one figure at the back.
The figure looked up at the approaching footsteps. Her eyes shined with tears and she found out who it was.
"Harry-"she began, but was cut off by a glare that Harry gave her. Shutting her mouth, she listened to what he had to say.
"You don't know what its like Hermione." He whispered ferociously, sliding into a chair next to her.
"You don't know what its like carrying the burden of death on your shoulders. I, I have experienced things that neither you nor Ron could ever do. I, I am superior to all that walk this earth. I don't want to take your crap any longer, so I won't. What would you like to say in your last few minutes of life?" He finished, staring into her eyes.
Tears were streaming silently down her face and onto the book that lay on the table, smudging the writing. She looked up at Harry.
"I-I want nothing from you Harry Potter. I thought we were friends, and I thought my feelings for Ron wouldn't change our friendship. Obviously it has. And these aren't my last few minutes of life Harry. I'm onto you; I know you were with Lavender just before she went missing. I saw you. Harry, what are you doing to yourself?" She finished exasperatedly, wiping the tears from her face.
Harry felt no emotion whatsoever. He felt somewhat empty. Strong, powerful, but empty.
"Goodbye Hermione." He said, placing his hand over her mouth and giving her a short painless death.
"Avada Kedavra." And with that, he pulled out his invisibility cloak and dragged Hermione under it and out the door of the library.
"Harry?" Came a voice, which was followed by a pair of very dreamy eyes. He was alarmed that anyone could see him, for he was still under the cloak.
"Harry" Luna asked again.
He didn't answer, but was starting to feel uncomfortable. She grabbed his arm, and yanked the cloth off, the reveal him dragging the lifeless body of Hermione. She gasped, a hand over her mouth, and she fainted.
Harry couldn't take any chances. Quietly, he lugged both girls down into the Lake.
He grinned, watching his best friends body and someone who had shown him the meaning of life, float under the surface, never to be seen again.
Down at breakfast the next morning, Harry saw yet more discussions going on around. People were questioning their safety in the school, and no doubt the Daily Prophet would know, Rita Skeeter was most likely patrolling the corridors in her animagi form.
Harry's blood ran cold as he spied two dreamy eyes staring back at him from the Ravenclaw table.
Carefully, he turned, taking in a jagged breath at the site of Luna Lovegood, standing in front of him, with Albus Dumbledore behind him.
Chapter Ten- Massacre Pt. 2 By Darkness-Nightfall
Harry lay in bed. Every few minutes he glanced at his watch, wondering if it was safe to go downstairs. It was only 8:30, and there was still half an hour left before curfew.
He opened the door silently, so he didn't awake Ron. Carefully he managed to escape being noticed by the rest of the Gryffindors as he crept out of the portrait hole.
The corridors were almost deserted. It was only late September, but people were in their common rooms, most likely finishing off the load of homework that they had accumulated.
Stalking into the library, Harry found that it was almost empty, except for one figure at the back.
The figure looked up at the approaching footsteps. Her eyes shined with tears and she found out who it was.
"Harry-"she began, but was cut off by a glare that Harry gave her. Shutting her mouth, she listened to what he had to say.
"You don't know what its like Hermione." He whispered ferociously, sliding into a chair next to her.
"You don't know what its like carrying the burden of death on your shoulders. I, I have experienced things that neither you nor Ron could ever do. I, I am superior to all that walk this earth. I don't want to take your crap any longer, so I won't. What would you like to say in your last few minutes of life?" He finished, staring into her eyes.
Tears were streaming silently down her face and onto the book that lay on the table, smudging the writing. She looked up at Harry.
"I-I want nothing from you Harry Potter. I thought we were friends, and I thought my feelings for Ron wouldn't change our friendship. Obviously it has. And these aren't my last few minutes of life Harry. I'm onto you; I know you were with Lavender just before she went missing. I saw you. Harry, what are you doing to yourself?" She finished exasperatedly, wiping the tears from her face.
Harry felt no emotion whatsoever. He felt somewhat empty. Strong, powerful, but empty.
"Goodbye Hermione." He said, placing his hand over her mouth and giving her a short painless death.
"Avada Kedavra." And with that, he pulled out his invisibility cloak and dragged Hermione under it and out the door of the library.
"Harry?" Came a voice, which was followed by a pair of very dreamy eyes. He was alarmed that anyone could see him, for he was still under the cloak.
"Harry" Luna asked again.
He didn't answer, but was starting to feel uncomfortable. She grabbed his arm, and yanked the cloth off, the reveal him dragging the lifeless body of Hermione. She gasped, a hand over her mouth, and she fainted.
Harry couldn't take any chances. Quietly, he lugged both girls down into the Lake.
He grinned, watching his best friends body and someone who had shown him the meaning of life, float under the surface, never to be seen again.
Down at breakfast the next morning, Harry saw yet more discussions going on around. People were questioning their safety in the school, and no doubt the Daily Prophet would know, Rita Skeeter was most likely patrolling the corridors in her animagi form.
Harry's blood ran cold as he spied two dreamy eyes staring back at him from the Ravenclaw table.
Carefully, he turned, taking in a jagged breath at the site of Luna Lovegood, standing in front of him, with Albus Dumbledore behind him.